Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2128 | 2016-02-04 22:13:42 | 109.21 | 97% |
| 1558 | 2013-11-04 19:33:44 | 89.78 | 96% |
| 1302 | 2013-10-17 19:58:07 | 86.77 | 95% |
| 1135 | 2013-10-13 14:02:11 | 82.98 | 96% |
| 905 | 2013-10-07 16:59:47 | 78.05 | 94% |
| 268 | 2013-09-09 19:38:25 | 69.44 | 93% |
| 246 | 2013-09-09 14:46:59 | 75.89 | 95% |